Sleeping Yaojing

Forbidden in Heaven Useless in Hell

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Is anyone listening? (Open)

Daoji ate the food they served. Human food smelled great, it looked great and it tasted just fine, but it did not satisfied his hunger--- his ever growing hunger. He was well-aware that the mad doctor was starving him purposely, preparing him for one of his gladiator-like battles. There was always somebody dying, another poor bastard fed to him for the scientist's amusement.

After breakfast, he picked a spot of the yard towards the backside of Oak Creek, where the crowds dimmed. He sat there, looking up at the blue sky. "Will we ever be free again?" He asked out loud without meaning to.

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Dr. Benain’s statement clearly hit a nerve, it was noticeable in the she-wolf eyes. The cockiness in her attitude melted off, overtaken by tension and certain strong anger. “Trust me, child, I am more than aware of this,” he said softly in response of Chile’s spiteful...

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"Girl," Daoji called to her, to the panicking she-wolf trapped in the bath beside him. "She-wolf," he tried again, this time louder. She was screaming, threatening people that were not there--people that would not listen, even when she begged. Was it the restrictions that terrified her? The fact that she had awoken in an unfamiliar setting? Daoji moved in his own bath unconsciously, in an attempt to go to the stranger's side. Although many would argue that it was against his nature, Daoji was a very kind spirit, one that disliked seeing another in pain... and, in that moment, the she-wolf beside him seemed to need a friend more than anything else.

"She-wolf," he called a third time, the words rolling off with an unnatural hiss. Perhaps the sound of a wendigo nearby would bring her back to reality. "You must remain calm," he told her. "They are not here, they can not hear us... but they are watching, they are always watching." His eyes went to the place where he knew a camera hid. "Do not give them the pleasure, she-wolf."

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Moving In [Daoji|Derek]

The young boy was running through the open fields of his rural, mainland China home—times only his unconsciousness remembered. A wide smile adorned his innocent features, a blissful laugh escaping him and a man—who the boy was pretty sure was his father—swooped him up and sat him upon his broad shoulders. He felt like he was flying… like he was a mighty dragon.

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Dr. Alexei stood over the subject, looking up at the camera that recorded the sessions. He had just finished treating the fiend with electroconvulsive therapy, electrically inducing seizures that were meant to help with his urges. The young man had just passed out after finishing a violent convulsion. “Violet,” the doctor called for the nurse. “Have the guards take Mr. Yim here to Building A, cell 34,” he ordered and watched as the nurse exited the room.

Looking back to the unconscious subject, Dr. Benain chuckled lowly. “Mr. Hale has been alone far too long,” the scientist mused. The guards entered the room, and undid the prisoner’s bounds. Picking him up, they dragged him towards his newly appointed cell.

"Hey, she-bitch," the block guard growled as he opened cell 34A. Two guards stood behind in the corridor, a limp body hanging between the two. "You got yourself a new pimp daddy," he explained with a laugh. The guards tossed the prisoner on the empty bed and exited after silently studying the werewolf in the cell. "Have fun."

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Daoji awoke in a start, sitting up a bit too fast for his own good. His head spun, making him groan as he squeezed his eyes shut. Where was he? What was that smell? Werewolf again? No more werewolf… Opening his eyes again, Daoji Yim realized he wasn’t in his usual cage. Previously restricted to the scientific department, his current location seemed unsettling nice.

Feeling a gaze upon him, he turned to face the only other being in the cell. “Friend or foe?” He asked bluntly, although his voice was rather neutral.